Book2:KigdomIteDreams

reezeailesoildudergreenleavestainonitswitheredbranches.Yes,try,tryagain;squeeze,squeezeagain;buttonoavail.Timeotberecoveredandyoutheagaihesungoesdownthehorizon,whenwhitehairgraduallyclimbupmyskull,theregretsiwillonlygrow.Inthismundaneworld,Ihavewastedhalfmylifeindriftingandwanderingaimlessly,squanderingmygoldenyears.Thenighttimeoflifewillsoonapproach.Let’shopethatinthenighttherewillbeafullmoon.ButIamonlyawitheredtree,standingalohekeside.Uhemoon,theglisteningwavesofthekeshimmerinsilverysplendor.Mysilverhairisruffledbythespringbreeze.Ah!Don’tthesilverywavesandmysilveryhairenhanceeachother?AlthoughIhavewastedmyyouth,brilliantasgold,Iwillnotfailtoliveuptotheremainingyearsofmylifewhosesparklingsh